Revenge Against Myself.
Reading the story the Lost Season by Phil Jackson and thinking
My mind force to go step for step without crashing and limping
Knowing I did something wrong but I didn’t know what to do
The world around me felt dark but the sky was full of light blue
I thought to myself: Why did I kill those people in the warehouse
Did a favor for someone who I didn’t really know or care about
CNN News is all over the story; Cops don’t know where to look
10 People missing in a nice town so everybody is fairly shook
“A Lost Soul” I read the words from the book and think of myself
How all this is eating my insides and affecting my health all for wealth
Right now I just want to kill my soul so I can feel what its like to be lost
Not like it wont matter; so I can just throw my life over the brigdes I crossed
And the water will catch me like it was a fish net and maybe wash me clean
Forget the family that so-called loves me I will just wash away all of my dreams
That Night: Driving in the car in the Rain at many miles
About to put the end to all my tribulations and trails
Killing those people weren’t right so I must be the one to be fair
My seltbelt was tight so I was a prisoner to the cars leather chair
Then I saw the end of the broken bridge which has a great symbol
Short end of my life which was small enough to be held by a thimble
The Wheels on my car spinning like a wood saw as my car flys off
Into the deep river which sliced through my body like scissors on cloth
I got the revenge against myself for the wrong things that occurred
A lost soul flying on his own like a lonely bird…
